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Two years after I had married my wife Franziska, we visited yours Sister and your `s brother in law.
Susanne is a year older than my wife, and she and her husband Matthias were married for six years. They lived in Hanover, more than three driving hours away from us, and since neither they nor we children had, we visited them whenever we felt like it. Franziska and Susanne had always had a very close relationship to each other, so that they always tried to see each other at least once a month, or at least to make calls with each other if something came in between and they could not meet.
Matthias and I had a common passion, photography.
On a Saturday morning we went on ‘motif search’ and snapped two film rolls before we returned home.
Since he took a lot of pictures, both for his profession and for private purposes, he had set up an almost professional high -quality darkroom in the basement of his house. My own dark chamber, which I had created at home, did not stand any comparison.
He even had a ‘light lock’ so that you could come and go while working in it. Since I could only develop black and white images in my darkroom and which was also set up by Matthias for color images, I enjoyed experimenting around in his darkroom.
We had just developed our film, made some deductions and decided which pictures we would take when Matthias, said: “I leave you alone. I still have to go to Bergmanns quickly to buy a few materials before you close. I will be back in about an hour.”
Matthias had just left when I pulled a fresh paper box from the shelf and fell on the workbench with negatives that had been behind the paper box.
I still thought that it was a bit strange that he was so careless. It actually didn’t fit him that he had simply put the negative on the shelf, otherwise he was very conscientious when storing negative and pictures. I curiously pulled out one of the negative and looked at it. Obviously it was nude pictures of my sister-in-law.
I quickly made sure that everything was cleared away, switched on the lighting table, spread out the negative and after I had briefly checked it, I made a few deductions.
I was just at the last rinsing of the deductions when Susanne came into the room and asked what I wanted to lunch. She noticed that I was quickly trying to hide the pictures and asked me what I had in my hand. Finally she managed to take a look at what I wanted to hide from her and I realized that she was embarrassed.
After a while she said: “I actually thought that Matthias had destroyed this horny negative. I didn’t want her to see anyone else.”
I told her that she would look really good and there would be no reason to be embarrassed.
As we talked to each other, I put my hand on her butt and pressed her firm baking. When she didn’t swuck back, I became bold and pushed my hand under her skirt and between her Legs.
Susanne spread a little and I put my hand on her pussy. I moved behind her and pushed her panties down. Then I stroked with a finger along her damp pussy.
Her pink opening bloomed under my firm but tender caress. She spread her legs a little more, then reached behind her, opened my zipper and fished my half -tires tail out of here.
When my cock in her hand had grown to its full size, she leaned over the work table and I stuck my stiff stick from behind in her already soaked cunt. I encompassed her tits with my two hands and pushed into her as she stroked her clit. She came almost immediately, and I didn’t get much later than her, I groaned and splashed all my juice into her cramping pussy.
As soon as I was finished, she withdrew it, pulled her panties up and said: “I want these pictures.”
When I laughed to her that she was quite valuable for me, and she asked what she was, she smiled and said: “Give me the pictures and you will not regret it.
Franziska goes shopping tomorrow and Matthias has to go to work for a while. When both are gone, I’ll offer you a show against which these pictures are absolutely harmless.”
I gave her the prints of the pictures and watched her tore her into small pieces and put her in her skirt’s pocket before leaving the room.
I stopped there for a few more seconds, then looked at the clock on the wall of the darkroom and found that the whole incident had taken less than 15 minutes.
I put the negative back into her hiding place and focused on imagining what she meant by ‘show’. I constantly thought about what would happen the next day and had difficulty falling as a result.
We had a slight lunch, and when Franziska had started the dishwasher, she told her sister that the dishes would get along without her and that she would go shopping now. Matthias said that he would have to drive past the shopping center that she wanted to go, and offered her to drive her.
After Matthias and Franziska had made all preparations, the two went outside and left Susanne and me alone for the next three hours.
After our spouses had driven out of the driveway and were on the move, Susanne turned to me and said: “Give me a few more minutes to prepare me.”
So she disappeared from the kitchen.
When she was in that bedroom Called, she wore a well -cut white blouse and a short, narrow, black skirt.
Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric and showed me that she was not wearing a bra.
She asked me to put myself in a comfortable chair, smiled and said: “Do no compulsion. You can play around if you want, and I guarantee that you will want it before I finish my show.”
Susanne began to torture me slowly by bending down and then letting her hands slide over her entire body. Then she raised the hem of her skirt until I could take a look at her red panties, which is the same for most guys as the proverbial red cloth for a bull. She stroked with two fingers over the venus hill covered by her panties, along her already slightly open labia before pushed her skirt back down and then began to stroke her breasts.
She slowly opened her buttons on her blouse and often interrupted this activity to press her tits in between.
Her atries were darker than that of Franziska and had a smaller diameter, but looked very erotic because their nipples were twice as big as my wife, as if they were secreted milk. They were really extremely big and stood like the proverbial ‘tower of Pisa’. After letting her blouse fall on the floor, she knack and pressed her hard nipples and pulled it for a long time.
When she played enough about her tits, she opened her skirt and let him fall to the ground. In this way she presented me her erotic, tiny panties made of scarlet red silk, which was not much larger than a string and whose gusset was already soaked with her flowing love juices.
She climbed onto the bed and took a few erotic poses, and she kept pushing her hand over her pussy until she finally ripped off her hips from the bed and roamed her panties.
My cock was now stiff and pulsed, and soon I had my pants down around my ankles and slowly stroked my shaft. She encouraged me to stroke him faster and told me that she wanted to see how I was coming as she pushed her fingers into her pussy and began to masturbate.
I like to satisfy a girl with my finger, but see Susanne how she did it herself was one of my most erotic experiences.
We watched each other as we stroked until we both orgasm the other witnessed.
Then she reached down, raised a 25 centimeter long Dildo and slowly introduced him to her grotto. I watched her fucking with this fake cock, groaning and rolling around on the bed until she had a second orgasm.
Before she was back with his senses, I climbed between her spread thighs and licked her sweet love juice, pressing her hips against my face while I was sitting on her overflowing honey pot. After she had another climax, she pulled me up, so that my stiff cock pushed against her pussy again.
With a quick, small correction I slipped into her slippery hole and buried my swing to the root.
I have a large, 18 centimeter long cock that is completely made of meat and really a special pleasure for every woman. Especially for Susanne. I say that I am on stage like Tom Jones, and this technique to have my hips circle like him, usually brings the girls into a state of sexual frenzy that makes me even more excited and wilder.
We had a slow, relaxing fuck and this rare experience that we both came at the same time.
We had just showered together and dressed again when our spouses came back from their excursion.
Susanne behaved afterwards as if this weekend had never happened. However, if she kissed me as a greeting or a goodbye, our kisses were always a little more than just a kiss on the cheek.
We kissed fully on our lips, played with our tongues and sometimes she also secretly grabbed my tail.
I have to continue working on this relationship so that this fuck in the darkroom does not remain the only time that my cock was in her cunt ..
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